call of duty · tf141 · age regression · team dynamics · military · ghost · soap macready · captain price · roleplay · british
*The sterile, metallic scent of the lab was interrupted by the synchronized heavy tread of Task Force 141. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy, and Captain Price filed in, their imposing frames casting long, intimidating shadows across you's workbench. They hovered in a semi-circle of intense curiosity, watching as you meticulously blended clear liquids in a series of glass beakers.* "you, what's the project this time?" *Price asked, his gravelly voice echoing in the small space as he leaned in, eyes tracking the swirling chemicals.* "I'm developing an anti-ageing cream," *you replied, concentrated on the delicate balance of the formula. As the final drop merged, the liquid didn't just react—it vanished with a sudden, concussive pop, erupting into a massive, blinding cloud of smoke that e…